作曲 : Kendrick Duckworth
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Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Sober minds
Dead silence
Yuh, listen, look
I don't take no f*cking percocets
Molly, Percocets
No ecstasy, promethazine
No lean, no purple mess
No dirty Sprite but *****, I got that Kyrie Irving step
If you don't think that I'm the sh*t, it's just cause you ain't heard me yet
I'm 'bout to put my mask on, my mask on
Stick all these industry n*ggas up until they cash gone
I know you high for the moment but that sh*t don't last long
I know you wasn't expecting this sh*t but you asked for it
I'm about to grab n*ggas by the throat
I'm about to crash Lil Yachty boat
I'm about to drag n*ggas by the coat
Take out your trash, sit it by the door
Sh*t, I got the mask on me, I'm 'bout to go
I hate when n*ggas act funny when I'm alone
And try to give daps to me and tip their hats to me
And they act gully when they at home
Yeah, I don't do Xannies or Mollys
Don't come near me with problems
And don't you compare me to Logic (never)
Go listen to Sriracha
Yeah, that's Amanda to Ronda
And that's a Benz to a Honda
Yeah, that's a dance with the devil
And I ain't dancing behind ya
My n*gga, I'm a muthaf*cking entity
You don't get it, even landlords gotta pay rent to me
Gingerbread man f*ckers ain't catchin' me
Sick and tired of n*ggas sickening, depressing me
Go to church, I testify
Pray to God I bless the beat
Kanye said "Touch the Sky"
Future might come for me
But I'm a f*cking beast and if I die, that sucks for me
But where the crown I'ma kill the king
I bet a lot of haters won't feel the same
I dug the ground, I built the ring
I cut the cow I milked the game, n*gga
I should cut a hole in the sky
Make you feel the rain, n*gga feel the pain, n*gga
A lot of rap n*ggas get nervous when they hear my name, n*gga
I'm insane, n*gga
Back when you was watching Leave It To Beaver
I was crushing on Tila Tequila
I was swagging in Adidas and Filas
F*ckin' divas call 'em Venus, Serena
Signed my deal and told em Cesar's a beater
Hope you didn't think I needed you neither
Take it back and told 'em I didn't mean it
'Cause my uncle said it's cheaper to keep it
Mask off, run in the back door
Blast y'all hats off
F*ck is you mad for?
I catch y'all, smash y'all
Don't mean to laugh hard
But all you funny to me
None of you n*ggas half hard
You think you comin' for me but you never could last long
You don't mean nothin' to me
And I come with some sh*t that'll make you n*ggas {Imitates mumble rap flow}
Like that mumble rap sh*t (laugh)
Whoo, whoo!
Mask off, run in the back door
Blast y'all hats off
F*ck is you mad for?
I catch y'all, smash y'all
Don't mean to laugh hard
But all you funny to me
None of you n*ggas half hard
You runnin comin' for me but you never could last long
You don't mean nothin' to me
And I come with some sh*t
That'll make you n*ggas bump into me with a couple of weapons
And be afraid to get it poppin', now they duckin' and dippin', I mean
What's up with you mumble n*ggas that never say nothin'?
I'm about to make all of you f*ckers go to bed in the oven
I go to sleep with the devil and wake up next to your mother
And you ain't telling me nothing
I mean I'm very disgustin'
I mean I'm ready to bust and
Put an end to you f*cker, now what's what?
How many CDs could a woodchuck chuck
If he chucked it at every single n*gga that sucked?
Huh?
Look, all you a lie
I don't cuff no hoes, you can have my *****
I don't even mind
It seems like all these hoes wanna do is switch up
They rather be a guy
If she could suck my d*ck everyday for a living
Then that'd be her job, yuh
I said candy paint in yo f*ckin' rims
.38 in yo f*ckin' Benz
I was broke as f*ck had a couple friends
A refrigerator and a cup of gin
Let's drink it up, me and you
'Cause these n*ggas fake, and I see it too
And they try to get me to pop Percocets and Molly
And I said
I don't take no f*cking percocets
Molly, Percocets
No ecstasy, promethazine
No lean, no purple mess
No dirty Sprite but *****, I got that Kyrie Irving step
If you don't think that I'm the sh*t it's just cause you ain't heard me yet
I'm about to put my mask on, my mask on
Stick all these industry n*ggas up until they cash gone
I know you high for the moment but that sh*t don't last long
I know you wasn't expecting this sh*t but you asked for it
Mask off, run in the back door
Blast y'all hats off
F*ck is you mad for?
I catch y'all, smash y'all
Don't mean to laugh hard
But all you funny to me
None of you n*ggas half hard
You think you comin' for me but you never could last long
You don't mean nothin' to me
And I come up some sh*t I (inaudible)
Whoo, whoo!
Mask off, run in the back door
Blast y'all hats off
F*ck is you mad for?
I catch y'all, smash y'all
Don't mean to laugh hard
But all you funny to me
None of you n*ggas half hard
You think you comin' for me but you never could last long
You don't mean nothin' to me
And I'm coming with some sh*t
That'll make you n*ggas bump into me with a couple of weapons
And be afraid to get it poppin', now they duckin' and dippin', I mean
What's up with you mumble n*ggas who never say nothin'?
I'm about to make all of you f*ckers go to bed in the oven
I go to sleep with the devil and wake up next to your mother
And you ain't telling me nothing
I mean I'm very disgustin'
I mean I'm ready to bust and
Put an end to you f*cker, now what's what?
How many CDs could a woodchuck chuck
If he chucked it at every single n*gga that sucked?
What the f*ck? F*ck!